Greetings ladies and gentlemen. I’m X and I welcome you to the Y Chapel as we gather as an expression of our love, respect and regard for N.
We come to mourn and to honour her/him. To lay to rest her/his mortal body and support one another as we grieve.
It was carved with hand tools on a rough slab of native red rock: “Marcelito L. Baca – murio a la edad de 17 dias (died at the age of 17 days) – 1919”. It was planted …read more
In the rising of the sun and in its going down,
We remember them.
This poem results from my week of intense conversations with friends and students about the nature of life, death, and grief.read more
Tender, joyful, gentle, and breathtakingly beautiful, the music of “Beloved” is a healing balm for the soul that will lift your spirit and carry you on waves of love into the arms of the Divine.read more